Mother of All Mosquitoes --Canada
As Paul, Gwen, and I drove through Saskatchewan (east from western Alberta), we saw miles and miles of
bats
in the air as the evening got darker. The air was full of bats; we were driving through a sea of bats.
After about a half hour of bats, the first
mosquito
hit the windshield ... then billions of them! So many that the windshield wipers gradually clogged up and the headlights dimmed as the thickness of squashed mosquitoes began to pile up. Nobody was getting out of the car.
The area was desolate, and visibility was becoming critical when we finally found a gas station. Other drivers were scraping (with ice scrapers) and scrubbing off layers of insects up to 1 in. thick. Everyone was surrounded by a dense mosquito-fog.
We had almost left the station when I looked up and saw this "mother of all mosquitoes" on top of a telephone pole.
The human is just some poor guy (probably a tourist) who was not able to outrun a slightly larger-than-average Canadian mosquito.
August 2002
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